Seraphina Vale is a 21-year-old influencer with millions of followers, designer heels, and a habit of setting fires - literally and figuratively. After she accidentally burns down her father's summer villa during a livestream party, her father sends her to the only man who ever scared him: Khalid al-Amin, a brutal, reclusive billionaire with a dark history and zero tolerance for disobedience. Khalid doesn't speak much. But when he does, Seraphina trembles. He doesn't want her attitude. He doesn't want her fake tears. He wants to own her submission - in body, voice, and soul. And Seraphina? She wants to fight it. Until she's on her knees, moaning into the hardwood floor, whispering "Yes, Daddy."

Book 1 of SOLD series Rajni, an eighteen-year-old girl, was sold to Srikant Thakur and Ratnesh Thakur, the landowners of the village, who were also known as the cruelest and most dangerous men across numerous villages. Warning🔞: This story is set back to 1950, and contains mature and abusive scenes. Copyright ©️ last_one_you_love 2024-2025. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be copied, reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise-without the prior written permission of the author. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is purely coincidental. Unauthorized translation, adaptation, or republication of this content is strictly prohibited and may result in legal action.

Steamy divorced smut 18+ ‼️‼️ Five Years Ago He had her heart. And he shattered it. With one lie. One night. One woman who wasn't her. Claire Whitmore didn't scream. She didn't cry. She didn't burn his clothes or curse his name. She signed the divorce papers in silence. Left the ring on the table. Walked out of Lucian Vale's penthouse and never looked back. No alimony. No settlement. Just grace. But grace doesn't erase scars. And Lucian? He didn't forget. Not the taste of her. Not the sound of her laughter echoing through cold marble halls. Not the way she whispered his name like a secret she never wanted to share. She had walked away. But she was still his. So when fate shoved her back into his world, working under him, breathing the same air again, Lucian didn't see coincidence. He saw a second chance. And this time, he wouldn't ask. He'd take. Even if he had to break her all over again to put her back together as his.

A married couple, estranged and on the verge of divorce, signs a 30-day D/s contract as a last resort to salvage their marriage. But her husband has kept a part of himself hidden: his tastes are much darker than she expected. He becomes the master he always wanted to be, and she, desperate for his attention, falls into the abyss of consensual non-consent, isolation, and mind control.

𝘖𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 [𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗 ] 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. "Please," I whisper. His touch becomes rougher, and my moans turn more wanton. He makes me unable to recognize myself as he pushes me over the edge. "Arush" I moan as my muscles tighten around his fingers, pleasure rushing through my body in a way it never has before. He smirks, and then he leans in to kiss me, his touch gentler now. He kisses me so sweetly that my heart can't help but skip a beat. My hands run over his chest and up, until I've got my arms wrapped around his neck, the tips of my fingers at his nape. I pull him closer, desperate for more, but he pulls away, the smile melting off his fac "The next time you want this, you come to me," he tells me, his expression hardening. "Stay away from Rohit. He's not for you." I blink in confusion as he lowers me to the floor and cages me in. I look into his eyes, my racing heart beating in a different rhythm than before. "What are you... what are you talking about? " He smiles humorlessly and brushes my hair out of my face, his gaze cold. "If you want to become some rich guy's mistress, then be mine. It's fucking embarrassing to see you flirt with him. If I ever catch you behaving this way again, I'll fire you. No one will be able to save you." My heart sinks, and I look away to hide the sudden pain his words inflict. 𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 & 𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐀. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚎. Sex happened, fight happened, finally marriage happened. This book isn't mine most of the story line belongs to Cathriana book the temporary wife. Don't mind please! [ 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝟭𝟴+ ] 𝗛𝗮𝗽

Erotic Alert 18+ ⚠️❗

When Sanjana crashes a lavish Jaipur wedding to escape her ex, she never expects to end up in bed with the groom's cousin, Dev, a charming, cocky architect who thinks she's part of the bride's side. They agree to a no-strings weekend. But as pheromones mix with pheras and dance nights turn into pillow fights, their encounters grow messier, and so does their mutual denial that this is more than just sex.

18+ ‼️ SMUT AHEAD "I told you not to touch yourself," he said, stepping closer. "And you came like a filthy little brat. Didn't you?" She nodded. He didn't speak again until they were in his private office. Door locked. Curtains drawn. "You don't get to come without me," he said quietly. "You don't get to steal from me what's mine to give." Then, he dragged her to the mirror again. Made her watch as he stripped her slowly. "Look at you," he hissed in her ear. "You couldn't last one night without rubbing your greedy little cunt all over my name." He bent her over the desk. No preamble. No warning. "This isn't punishment," he whispered, pushing her legs apart. "This is ownership."

⚠️ This is a dark romance with a walking red flag (aka a toxic playboy) and a forced marriage. If this is your first playboy story, please have realistic expectations = this ain't a Disney prince. Players don't change overnight. They don't fall at first sight. But when they fall... they fall hard. Want soft boys and sunshine love? Cute. But this isn't the book for you. "I will never be yours," he told her on their wedding night. "Good," she replied. "Because I stopped wanting you yesterday." Advika was the sacrifice to save her family's pride. Married to Ranjeet, a man who flaunts his mistresses and laughs at love, she realizes her only weapon is silence. She stops crying. She stops waiting for him. She stops caring. And that is when the Lion of Harshvardhana finally loses his mind. Because the one thing a man like Ranjeet can't handle... is being ignored by the only woman who actually matters.

Dark romance It's a romantic tale of the King of Pratapgad and the Princess of Sitapur. A bond so rare, so wild, that everyone dreams of but few ever find. Their madness for each other will make you fall in love with them too-trust me. Unwanted arrange marriage, hate to love. They will cross every limit-whether in hate or in love. Their love will raise your standards so high, you'll never settle for anything less than forever. Ek bar is book me aao phir yaise pyar me par jaoge ki kahi aur nahi ja paoge. 🤭 ek bar to aake mil. ___________________________________ He is the ruthless King of Pratapgad-a man feared by his enemies, respected by his people, and unreadable even to those closest to him. A warrior with an iron heart who doesn't believe in love... nor in marriage. She is the fearless Princess of Sitapur-a woman who knows how to fight the world, kind yet unyielding, independent yet deeply devoted to the idea of love. understanding her is not simple. Both value family above everything. If anybody dare to touch their family then they will tier apart them within a second. This is not a tale of gentle romance. This is a storm-where hate is as wild as love, and love is as dangerous as hate. Male character doesn't believe in love and doesn't want to marry but female character has strong believe in marriage and love. ___________________________________ King wanna say that HUM SE SAB DARTE HAI PAR HAMARI WALI KISI SE NAHI DARTI ___________________________________ 'Who are you ' him in demanding and ordering tone. 'strong and self independent women who know to fight with world' She in sharp and loud tone while starting in eye. Copyright ©️ 2025 authoshivi © All THE RIGHT RESERVE